On an old far house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda dreamin' of the days gone byHe said deary don't be weary you're always bright and cheeryNow a tear did dim your eyeShe said they're not tears of sadness Silas they are tears of gladnessIt was fifty years ago the day we wedThen the old man's dim eyes brighten and his old heart it lightenAs he turned to her and saidPut on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on itWhile I hitch all dovin' to the shadeThrough those fields of clover you'll ride up to Dover on our golden wedding dayPut on your old grey bonnet...Put on your old grey bonnet...On our golden wedding day